Forever Yours
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Chapter 12: Putting Around
THE FIFTY-FOUR-HOLE tournament started on Monday morning. The men’s and women’s tournaments were on neighboring courses, so the bus dropped one coach with the women at The Club of Savannah Harbor then drove the other coach and the men to the Savannah Country Club.
Three courses were scheduled for the tournament. With ninety-four men, including individuals and teams, the competition was divided into two rounds. Henry found himself in the second round, teeing off at 1:00, and wished he’d been able to watch Carol in the morning.
They both did well. Henry carded a 73 on the par 71 course. Carol had finished six over for the first round.
The team ate together and were encouraged to get to bed early Monday evening. Of course, several elected to walk the warm and interesting streets of Savannah, especially around the waterfront. They all bought roses made of reeds from the homeless people selling them on every street.
Henry moved onto the leader board when he shot one under on the second round at Glen Cove Golf Course. Carol improved by a couple of strokes on the second day as well, but was still pretty far back from the top. On Wednesday, Henry blew up and shot six over at the Club of Savannah Harbor. It was the same score Carol had on that course. She continued to improve at just three over when she went to Glen Cove.
Both the men and women’s teams did well. The women placed first and the men placed fourth. There was a celebratory dinner Wednesday night. Then Henry and Carol went to celebrate together.
“We’ve been sleeping together for four nights and only had sex on Saturday. Think you’re up to it tonight?” Carol asked.
“There’s never been a problem being up for it,” Henry laughed. “It’s been taking care to be sure you weren’t too sore to swing your clubs.”
“Thank you for that, though it didn’t seem to make a difference. Tomorrow is a travel day, so I have all day riding on that bus with you to recover from any damage you do to my vagina. Not that I expect you to damage it, but I’m sure I can recover from a good round of sex tonight.”
“You’re on,” Henry said, reaching for her.
They didn’t even pretend to ‘make love.’ They both wanted sex and had a willing partner sharing their bed. It might have been the most adventurous in bed they’d ever been. They rolled around, joining in different positions, and ramping up to satisfying orgasms. Then they took an hour to rest and recoup, and went at it again.
“That might not be a good idea tonight,” Carol said when Henry rubbed his cock up her crack. He caught a second on her pucker and then slid past.
“Didn’t intend to do that,” he said.
“I don’t mind!” she clarified. “But I don’t know if I can recover from that in one day so I can play. I’d hate to walk an entire eighteen holes feeling like I was going to poop my pants.”
“I don’t even want to imagine the feeling,” Henry said.
“Here. Isn’t this what you were aiming for?” she asked, directing him to her pussy as he pushed from behind. “Yeah. Man, I like this. Why don’t we plan on the other Saturday night after the tournament? If it’s good, we can go again Sunday night when we get back to Pitt.”
“You know, that’s something I would just never ask of a woman,” Henry said. “But I won’t turn down this beautiful ass if it’s offered.”
“Saturday. Tonight, just pound my pussy again!”
Henry had no difficulty doing that. Since it was his third time for the night, he lasted plenty long enough for Carol to get her cookies twice, then spurted weakly into the condom.
He petted her bottom as he softened and withdrew. He learned something new about Carol every day.
They had enough time when they reached Pinehurst that they could get some practice in at the club before their matches. It was a much smaller field with only eleven men’s teams and twelve women’s teams. Many of the teams had a long way to travel on Sunday, with some planning to leave Saturday afternoon. The men’s tournament comprised two eighteen-hole rounds, played early in the morning on Friday and Saturday. After the Friday men’s round, the women played eighteen holes. On Saturday, they played only nine.
Henry shot four over in the first round, but that was adequate to put him in a four-way tie for third on the leader board. Carol had a fantastic round, just two over par and took the first-round lead for the women. They were congratulating each other profusely, and even though they withheld from having sex, they shared the shower and played with each other.
Saturday morning, Henry shot two over and moved into first place. He stayed there for the tournament and was awarded his medal. Carol may have been inspired by him, or perhaps challenged. She shot two under for the nine-hole completion and stayed in first. She got the individual medal as well. The men’s and women’s teams both followed their leaders and took first place for the tournament. There were congratulations for everyone at the dinner that night. Half the teams had left after their matches, but there was still a nice group hanging around for the dinner.
The team was warned that they would be traveling early the next morning and to make sure they’d packed and dropped their bags at the bus before breakfast at seven. They moaned about it, but they’d get home Sunday evening.
“I ... uh ... wow ... I haven’t done this in a long long time,” Carol said when she came out of the bathroom.
“You’ve done it before?” Henry asked.
“Not with a guy. The girls did it with a dildo a few times. After all, it was supposed to be the honorable way for good Catholic girls to have sex without contraception,” she laughed. “That was passed down to us as freshmen by upper class girls who were supposed to be our ‘big sisters’ at the academy. Eventually, we figured out they just liked to push things into other girls’ butts.”
“We don’t have to do this,” Henry said.
“But I want to. I really would like to know if a flesh and blood cock feels better than a plastic one. I already know it feels better in my vagina. Besides, I kind of prepared things. I’d hate to waste it,” she sighed.
“Well, come here and let me do some preparation, too,” he said, pulling her to him in bed. She went willingly into his arms to start kissing and petting. Henry went so far as to be sure she got off with his mouth before he thought about entering her. He reached for a condom.
“Why don’t we skip that tonight,” Carol said. “I’d like to feel the whole experience and you should, too.”
“You’re sure?”
“I don’t think you’ll get me pregnant, shooting back there. And I don’t think either of us are carrying anything. Unless you’re wigged out about being bareback in my asshole.”
“I’ve never found anything about you to get wigged out about.”
“Then turn me over and plunder me.”
“No,” he said softly. “I want to see your face and kiss you.”
“What? While...? Oh, God! You’re going to enter me while I’m face up? That is so ... Use some of this lube, please,” she panted.
Henry applied it liberally and then lined the head of his cock up with her anus and bent to kiss her. As their tongues meshed, he pushed gently but firmly. Carol gasped when the head of his cock popped through her anal ring.
“Oh, God! You’re there. Kiss me some more. It makes me really turned on.”
They continued kissing and Henry slowly sank more deeply into her bottom.
“You’re still going in. God! There’s a lot of you!”
“I’ll stop anytime you say,” he whispered. “But there isn’t really much more anyway.”
“I want it all! I want to feel your whole length going in and out. I might even...” She pushed her hand between them so she could reach her clit and began applying pressure to it as Henry backed most of the way out and then slid in again. It went much smoother.
“This is really better than a gold medal,” Carol gasped. “I’ve been thinking about it all day!”
“It did something for your game,” Henry said. He withdrew and pressed in again.
“If you need to, you can go faster, but I like it this way.”
“As long as I can kiss you, we can take as long as you want.”
“Yes, kiss me. I’m taking all the length you’ve got.”
It didn’t really take all that long. Between the newness of the experience and the raw sexuality, Carol started coming, strumming her clit as rapidly as she could with her hand caught between their bodies. It took Henry only a few more strokes before she could feel his pulses in her bottom and came again.
“Oh, wow! That was intense. Please ... slowly ... take it out now. That feels like the biggest poop I’ve ever had. Let’s head for the shower.”
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